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I with a guy I randomly met at a concert have the same shirt with two figures of women, one curvy and the words my girlfriend and one marked with the words your girlfriend
This photo I did not take on a trip But like the guy I casually met during the Green day concert the T shirt I was wearing I had bought on a trip

Casual encounters are the best, but not only bad organized ones either. Especially in the past I happened to use couchsurfing. Certainly the Covid period hurt it a lot. After that it doesn’t seem to have recovered, I hope it goes back to being the fantastic system for meeting locals that it was.

Casual encounters, often, sometimes crucial

Casual encounters sometimes last the time of a chat, sometimes a lifetime. They can arise on a train or during a tour, but also in restaurants. Once, when I frequented hostels, even there, now in hotels it is difficult. So this is one of the reasons why I maintain that trips that go solo are the ones that can give the most excitement.

Casually I meet more women, but also some men

Me with one of my most interesting and pleasant encounters, in Tunisia
Valentina and I who with Benedetta and Michela made my trip to Tunisia super

Podcasts in which I verbally recount chance encounters (in Italian only)

The most disastrous chance encounters, Hamburg and Havana

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Fabio Viroli
Ho sempre avuto tante passioni, ma da sempre più o meno latenti, le principali sono viaggiare e scrivere. Tra le altre cose ho una laurea in psicologia; ho fatto per più di 30 anni l’allenatore di basket; leggo tanti libri; sono stato molto appassionato di sport e di musica rock; e faccio improvvisazione teatrale. IL mio primo romanzo, che non parla di viaggi, si chiama LE TUE GAMBE SONO BELLE COME LE TAGLIATELLE